With irritation, Fu Jinghen pressed the intercom, his eyes still not leaving the computer screen, "Get me that, what's his name—Shi something?"
Feng Li hesitated before asking, "Shi Koufan?"
"You do have a good memory."
Listening to the unmistakable chill in his boss's tone, Feng Li immediately fell silent.
The next second, his boss spoke again, "That's the one, send over his information."
Feng Li hastily complied, "Oh, okay—"
"Hurry up."
"Okay—"
"Click."
Listening to the dial tone in his ear, Feng Li sighed deeply.
It seemed that President Fu was not doing too well.
Feng Li was highly efficient, and in less than five minutes, he had printed out Shi Koufan's information and delivered it to Fu Jinghen's office.
Fu Jinghen briefly glanced through it and noticed the line "contract soon to expire."
"His contract with Shengchao Entertainment is about to expire?"
